Every time Godess, my loving mistress, returned from a vacation, I would nervously anticipate her arrival. She was always filled with stories and souvenirs from her getaways, but this time around something felt different. She messaged me that she had a surprise for me upon her return and warned that it would involve a messy ordeal. My heart thumped wildly in my chest as I wondered what she had in store.
Finally, the day came, and I stood anxiously by the door, dressed in my typical toiletslave outfit—nothing but a collar around my neck, a thin layer of silk covering my lower half, and a pair of knee-high leather boots. As she approached, her aura of power and control filled the air. She wore a stunning gown that swept the floor, diamonds glinting in the light, her long blonde hair cascading down her back in soft waves. Her face was alight with mischievous excitement.
Without any preamble, she pushed me into the bathroom and closed the door behind us. There was a moment of silence before she dropped her bag on the floor, revealing an array of travel essentials scattered amongst it. I tried to contain my growing curiosity as she rummaged through them, ultimately pulling out a pair of latex gloves. A shiver ran down my spine at the thought of what they might be for.
"Toiletslave," she purred, her blue eyes locking onto mine. "Get on your knees." I immediately complied, lowering myself onto the cold tile floor, my heart pounding in my ears. "Open your mouth wide," she commanded, and I obeyed without hesitation. It was at this moment I realized what she was up to—my poor stomach was already churning uneasily at the thought.
Slowly, teasingly, Godess pressed the tip of her finger against my lips, daring me to taste the treasure she had collected during her travels. And so I did. The warm, viscous liquid that filled my mouth came as no surprise; after all, she had told me she was full of diarrhea. What shocked me was the intense flavor that burst onto my taste buds: a heady mix of exotic spices and unfamiliar tastes that left me reeling. It took every ounce of control I had not to gag or retch. But I persevered, swallowing every drop gratefully, knowing it was my duty as her devoted toiletslave.
As the amount of filth in my mouth grew, so did my arousal. I looked up at Godess, admiration for her dominance and utter disregard for societal norms writ large in my eyes. She smiled down at me, seemingly reading my thoughts. "You truly are Mine, aren't you?" she whispered hoarsely. And I could only nod vigorously, feeling myself become even more aroused by her words.
The sensation of fullness in my mouth was overwhelming, and I couldn't wait for more. Godess seemed to take pleasure in my suffering, watching as I struggled to contain the urge to empty myself. When she finally removed her finger from my mouth, I let out a quiet grunt of relief before realizing I was expected to continue. Retrieving a small bowl from her bag, she placed it gently in front of me. "Drink up," she commanded, gesturing towards a puddle of her stinking waste on the floor.
Without hesitation, I began lapping at the diarrhea like a thirsty puppy, my tongue darting out to scoop up every last drop. The taste was harsh, indescribable, but also somehow addictive. As the bowl emptied, Godess added more from her overflowing messenger bag, and I continued to consume every drop without complaint. It was during this humiliating task that I realized something profound—I would do absolutely anything for her, no matter what it took.
When at last her bag was emptied, she dropped the gloves and stepped away from me, leaving me kneeling in a puddle of my own drool and Godess's diarrhea. She ran a hand through her hair, looking satisfied with my obedience. "You are truly Mine," she whispered once more, stroking my cheek affectionately.
As I struggled to get up from my knees, numbness spread throughout my body. But strangely enough, I felt alive—more alive than I ever had before. Lost in thoughts of my beloved Mistress, I didn't even notice the stains soiling the back of my silk panties until she tsked and dismissed me with a wave of her hand.
"Clean yourself up."
